It took me ages to sleep properly because I was running something of a
fever last night;
eventually I
dreamt that I was a
prince, young and very well
loved by my
subjects. However, the
Snidely Whiplash-type character from the next
kingdom wanted to
murder me and take over my lands and
people. I dressed myself as a
servant, and when the evil prince (who, now that I think about it, looked a lot like
John Cleese) came to look for me I pretended that the
prince was away on
royal duties, but we'd show him around the
castle and be throughly
diplomatic.
Every single person in the castle knew it was me under those
rags, but none
betrayed me. For
three days this continued, and by the end of the third day he'd
caught on. Somehow I was over at his house the next
morning, and when I woke up he had his hands around my throat. I begged for my life, saying that my subjects
loved me and I deserved to live; there was a struggle and somehow I managed to escape sans
pajamas, completely buck naked. Which is interesting, because while
naked dreams aren't that
uncommon for me, dreaming that I'm naked and
male is something else entirely. And I was totally cool with it, ready to run home in the
buff, and it wasn't until I embarassed some
girl that I decided maybe I should cover myself.
Which is when I noticed that I was hung like a goddamn horse.